Part 7 Nature abhors a vacuum

 Nature abhors a vacuum



Desdemona woke up from a nap. When had she fallen asleep? Where-She was disoriented, in this strange place, what time was it? 7pm. The day? Last thing she remembered? It flooded back Voltaire took her to New England. Way up north. Christian-The phone call..She must call him back. Get help. “No. You must not call him yet, in time perhaps, but not now.” A disembodied voice was she losing her mind? “Your mind is fine, you know me and you are safe here.” A familiar face came into view from a shadowy corner of the room. “What the fuck?! Voltaire!” Desdemona exclaimed.  

Laughter. 

“Yes. It is me. Please do not call Christian his presence here now would only-complicate things.” Voltaire gently warned.



“Complicate things? What things? Why did you bring me here so far away-” Desdemona was beginning to panic.  



“Calm yourself Cherie, I will not harm you, I brought you here to save you from the harm that was coming. You will be home again once the-harm is past. Have you eaten? I forget humans need nourishment. Thirsty perhaps? I think I have a vintage bottle of French wine in the cellar here-” 



“ No-No thank you- What harm?” Desdemona politely refused the offer of food and drink.  



“Those two vagabonds that were stalking your house, they are very dangerous. You apparently got their attention, something about the house you reside in being theirs or some such nonsense. Are you sure you are not hungry? I could order something and have it delivered if you like. I may be an old Frenchman but I am hip to all these modernities.” 



“Old Frenchman? C’mon I know that was just role play, you don’t look a day over 30. You were just playing a vampire on that forum. I mean you’re not a psycho are you and actually believe-” Desdemona stopped mid thought.  



“I’m a vampire? Believe? HM interesting question actually. One that would take too long to answer now however for the sake of brevity yes you could say I am what people call a vampire.” Voltaire finished Desdemona’s lost thought.  



“Vampire is a fiction, but I am not human anymore despite appearances. Vampire became the word over time to describe what I am. However I am much more then some penny dreadful monster who feeds on innocent virgins blood, much more. Will that explanation suffice? I’d like to explain why I brought you here and what the plan is.” Voltaire sat in the shadowy corner waiting for Desdemona to respond to his statement.  



“I KNEW It! A mother fucking vampire. People were calling me half baked and honestly I was starting to think they were right on that. Oh wait until I tell Christian-” Desdemona suddenly forgot in her excitement her situation.  



“He knows. I told him my story. He recorded it all on an episode of his podcast.” Voltaire explained.  



“He knows? Podcast? Oh right his podcast, I haven’t-I should listen to that episode. Alright so you’re a vampire-I’ve been-oh jeeze- umm pizza I think and a diet coke. Yes. Pepperoni, bacon, hamburger and extra cheese hold the onions.” Desdemona was suddenly hungry and thirsty.  



Voltaire chuckled

“Pizza it is and a diet coke.” Voltaire called the pizza delivery.  



Not a last meal, only the last pizza.  



Voltaire could smell the blood pumping in her veins; he'd been struggling to keep his appetite in check. He would have to feed soon.  



The pizza arrived, Desdemona devoured 4 slices and drank the diet coke quickly. The delivery man got a $100 tip his blood tasted divine. He was sent away with an outrageously generous tip and did not remember Voltaire taking a little sip.  

“Oh wow! Thank you mister!” 

“No thank you young man.” 



No one dies. Tonight. Everyone goes home

 happy.  

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